Hanging Himself on His Birthday, Tired of Living

"I don't take disciples."

Jiang Che raised a brow, looking strangely at the old man kneeling stubbornly before him.

He had no plans to take disciples at this stage. Besides... even if he did, Jiang Che would only take soft, sweet little lolis as disciples. He certainly would not take some decrepit old man as one!

"Young Master Jiang, as long as you accept me as your disciple, I'll respect and honor you. I'll be filial to you in your old age. Won't you really reconsider?"

Deng Changfeng was still unwilling to give up, gazing at Jiang Che eagerly.

Why was it that none of these people wanted to take him as a disciple? Was it because they thought he was too old?

He had finally witnessed a legendary medical art like the Little Return to Heaven Needle Technique, yet now he could only look at it without learning it. The feeling was truly unbearable.

It hurt. It hurt so much!

"No need to reconsider. I have no intention of taking disciples," Jiang Che replied blandly, rejecting his proposal once more.

"Fine..." Though he felt helpless, Deng Changfeng had no choice but to abandon the thought in his heart and reluctantly rose from the floor.

The moment he got up, Lin Yi came over again, drawn by the commotion.

"Lit... cough, cough... Young Master Jiang!"

"Young Master Jiang, what a coincidence. I didn't expect us to meet here again!"

Lin Yi greeted him with the easy familiarity of an old acquaintance, his face plastered with an enthusiastic smile as though he and Jiang Che were very close.

Only when he approached did Lin Yi notice Fifth Senior Sister Bai Huamei in the distance. His eyes widened in surprise. "Fifth Senior Sister, you're here too?"

Bai Huamei glanced at Lin Yi,